User blog comment:Biggren/A Highway Beast's Life/@comment-3135907-20120504212015/@comment-25220117-20121029200229

He throws an arm around her, his sour breath blasting into her face "C'mon, `ow `bout I treat ye t' a little o' me new favrite wine-By `Ell's teeth, I `ad quite a stroke o' luck findin' such fine liquor lyin' around! I've come to believe yer quite partial to a drought of wine yerself, so I'm sure yewl accept me invertation, me lovely matey?" The jeering laughter of his crew ringing across the woodlands, the fox let go of her, strolling towards his encampment